Tell Marcus that the 'lesson' is complete and instruct him to "play" with Becky while you report your success to the app

You giggle and clap your hands together, pigtails bouncing as you make an exaggerated show of understanding. "Ohmigod, I totally get it now! That's the windshield wipers, and that's the radio, and that's the thingy that makes the car go vroom!"

Marcus nods stiffly, his professional demeanor intact despite the beads of sweat forming along his hairline. From the backseat, Becky lets out another dramatic moan, this one less performative and more genuinely frustrated.

"I think I'm done with my lesson," you declare, patting Marcus's arm with your small hand. Your enhanced ass jiggles as you shift in the seat, the tight miniskirt riding up your thighs. "You should totes help my sister now. She looks like she really, really needs it."

Marcus glances in the rearview mirror again, his jaw tightening at the sight of Becky spread across the back seat, one hand between her legs, the other massaging her exposed breast. "Miss Ashley, I'm not certain that would be... appropriate."

"But Becky's been so patient," you pout, batting your eyelashes. "And I promised her you'd help after my lesson. You don't want me to break a promise, do you?"

Something shifts in Marcus's expression—a subtle realignment of priorities triggered by the MARCUS MANAGEMENT upgrade. He gives a short nod. "Of course not, Miss Ashley. If that's what you wish."

"It totally is," you confirm, slipping out of the driver's seat. As you pass Marcus, you stand on tiptoes to whisper in his ear, your breasts pressing against his arm. "Make her happy, 'kay? She gets cranky when she doesn't get what she wants."

Marcus swallows hard but nods again. "Yes, Miss Ashley."

You skip away from the Range Rover, putting just enough distance between you and the vehicle to have privacy while still keeping it in view. Behind you, you hear Becky's delighted squeal as Marcus slides into the backseat with her.

Pulling out your phone, you tap the app icon. The familiar pink interface glows to life, Becky's animated face appearing with a wink.

"Task complete, babe!" the app announces. "DRIVER'S ED completed successfully! +30 Babe Bucks!"

You bounce excitedly on your toes as your balance updates to 65 Babe Bucks. From the Range Rover comes the unmistakable sound of flesh meeting flesh, followed by Becky's theatrical moan. You glance over your shoulder to see the vehicle's windows rapidly fogging up, the rhythmic rocking leaving little doubt about what's happening inside.

Turning back to your phone, you check your task list. The QUEEN BEE task still sits at the top, its Friday deadline approaching. Below it, several new tasks have appeared:

[MAID SERVICE — 35 BABE BUCKS]

Clean Rick's penthouse wearing nothing but an apron and heels!

[SHOPPING SPREE — 30 BABE BUCKS]

Get Rick to spend £1000 on you in a single shopping trip!

[BEHIND THE WHEEL — 40 BABE BUCKS]

Convince Rick to let you drive his Range Rover (with him supervising)!

The Range Rover's rhythmic rocking intensifies, accompanied by Becky's increasingly vocal appreciation. You giggle, tucking your phone away as you contemplate your next move. With 65 Babe Bucks in the bank and several days until the gala, you're making progress toward that elusive Return Ticket.

12:45 | Tuesday 5 Aug 2025 | Underground Garage, London

[QUEEN BEE] | [Medium] | [Friday 20:00] | [3 days, 7 hours, 15 minutes remaining]